“ oh, my sweet summer child! what do you know about fear? fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep; fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. that is the time for fear, my little lord. ” — game of thrones, season one.
One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.